"Um, Uncle?"
The twenty-eighth floor? Nia Mitchell stared in surprise at Maxwell Peary, who was standing right in front of her.
"Evelyn Peary just brought some pastries; give them a try."
With that, Maxwell Peary took Nia Mitchell's hand and led her toward the Waiting Room.
Nia Mitchell blinked her large, sparkling eyes and glanced curiously at Alan Morgan. Is this why you called me, Special Assistant Morgan?
"Maxwell Peary, I'm at work, hey!"
Nia Mitchell struggled to free her hand. How on earth did this man become CEO?
"But I don't like pastries."
Maxwell Peary looked at her innocently. "If you don't eat them, they'll go to waste." Given how incredibly frugal Rabina Mitchell was, would she really let such delicious food go to waste?
Sure enough, Nia Mitchell hesitated. Why would Evelyn Peary send pastries to MC during work hours?
"Then I'll eat them quickly."
